“I was actually going to say amazing, but you are a little insufferable.”
The doorbell rings, and then heavy footsteps echo above us. “That’ll be the guys,” I say.
A minute later, Logan, Jacks, Donovan, and Enzo appear at the top of the stairs.
“Y’all are really trying to be one of those couples that matches,” Jacks says.
“See, I told you,” I say, giggling.
“Honestly, I would expect nothing less from Tanner,” Logan says. “I’m surprised he didn’t make you wear gray sweats too.”
“Well, I considered it, but then I remembered all of you big, strong men volunteered to help me, so I went with jeans because I don’t think I’ll be doing much heavy lifting.”
“Volunteered?” Donovan asks. “I think we all got voluntold by Lacey to be here.”
“Regardless, I appreciate you all. These boxes, those paintings, and the couch all need to be on the truck.”
“Couch?” Enzo questions. “Y’all already have a couch.”
“No, we have a torture device that costs as much as a car.”
“She’s not wrong,” Tanner laughs. “If my girl wants her couch, we’re bringing her couch.”
“Got it,” Jacks says. “Any other furniture?”
“No, we’ll leave it all here until we have more room for it.”
“You’re the boss,” Tanner says, looking around the space. “Let’s do this boys.”
TANNER
Seven hours and forty-two minutes later, Wren is unpacked and officially moved into our apartment—and as fate would have it, her mattress is officially here.
When we got home from her parents’ house, it was propped up against the door frame, and after some minor complaints from our friends, it’s on her old bed frame.
There are two couches in our living room, and every one is sitting around eating pizza. I wrap Wren up from behind, andshe leans back into me. Dolly circles our feet, and I’ve officially never been happier.
My phone rings, and my dad’s name flashes across the screen.
“You should answer it,” Wren encourages. I quietly excuse myself toward our bedroom and swipe up, shutting the door behind me.
“Hello,” I say.
“Tanner,” his voice booms through the phone. “Is now a bad time?”
“Wren moved the rest of her stuff over today, so all of our friends are here, but I stepped away. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is good. I was calling because your mother and I would like for you and Wren to come to Thanksgiving. Your brother and Farah will be moving the following week, so we thought it would be nice for everyone to get together. Fleur has an entire menu planned.”
“Wren’s parents invited us to their house for Thanksgiving,” I say, thinking back to my conversation with Wren’s dad earlier today. “And we said we’d be there.”
“Oh, okay. Well maybe if you have time, you all can stop by.”
A soft knock comes from the door, and Wren walks in. “You okay?” she mouths, and I nod. Placing the phone on speaker, I grab her and pull her in between my legs, her back against me.
“I’ll talk to Wren and see what we can do,” I say.
“Talk to you soon,” he replies and then hangs up.
